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“Because her name is Angelina Sofia Sandoval,” I say. “She’s Manny Sandoval’s daughter, Roman.”
“Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.”
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
“I would never put you in any kind of danger.” He brushes my chin with his thumb, and instead of pulling away, I have to fight the need to lean into him. “If you’re afraid of riding the bike with me, we’ll take the car. But, I’d like to take you for a ride on my bike.”
“You promise you won’t let me fall off that thing?”
“I promise.”
He watches me, then closes the distance between us as his lips crash against mine. It’s like thunder and lightning. Hard, unexpected, deafening, and blinding. There’s no time to think about what I’m doing, and I don’t have the will to resist, so I don’t. I grab at the fabric of his shirt and rise onto my tiptoes, trying to get closer. Sergei’s hand squeezes the back of my neck, his other hand caressing the small of my back, pressing me tighter against his body while he attacks my mouth.
“I mean, he will kill every person he feels may be of any kind of threat to you. Real or imagined.”
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?”
I blink, then nod.
“Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.
I suck in a breath. He’s wearing that cologne again, the one that messes with my head. Grabbing at his shoulders, I climb onto his lap and press my core to the bulge in his pants. The moment I feel his hard cock against my already tingling pussy, a shudder passes through my body.
This feels different somehow. Back in the car, it was just two people succumbing to sexual attraction and acting on it. But this . . . this is something else.
Until tonight, I didn’t quite grasp who Sergei Belov actually is. I listened as he killed six armed men, quickly and efficiently, with no hesitation. Now, I know. I’m falling in love with a cold-blooded killer.
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
With one hand clutching him for all I’m worth, I bring my other up to cover his on my cheek. My eyes prickle. He’s here. He’s alive. Sergei impales me again, burying his cock to the hilt. His heartbeat speeds. Another thrust. Alive. Alive. Alive.
“Well, I don’t plan on running, Sergei. In fact, I plan on coming even closer and holding you until you come back from wherever you go.” Her mouth finds mine, and as her lips explore, I forget about the blood and the killings for a moment. The rage I’ve lived with constantly for so long recedes.
“I was thinking something along the lines of Prinadlezhit Sergeyu Belovu.”
His cock slides out then slams into me. “Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
“That reminds me. Albert asked me to tell you that a package arrived for you yesterday. He put it in the living room.” I lower my head to whisper in her ear. “He said he looked inside and found a bunch of paperbacks with naked men on the covers, and now, he thinks you read porn.”
“It’s mental porn,” she deadpans.
I burst out laughing. “Should I be concerned?”
“I don’t know. Should you?” She tilts her head, slips her hand into my boxer briefs, and wraps her fingers around my cock. “Some of those books do set really high standards.”
“You should know one thing, baby. I’m an extremely competitive person.”
“Lucky me.” She smiles and removes her panties.
“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.” I kiss her shoulder. “If, one day, you decide you’ve had enough of my shit, just leave and never look back. And make sure you hide very well.”
“Because, I will follow and drag you back. And there’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide if I decide to chase you, Angelina.”
“I’m so in love with you,”
“Sergei!” she calls again, jumps over a dead soldier, and leaps into my arms. “You came for me.”
“Of course I came for you,” I say and kiss her like my life depends on it. “I will always come for you, baby.”
“He told me he would kill you if I didn’t come back.” She presses her palms on my cheeks and looks into my eyes. “I could never risk your life. I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”
“Well, I’m sure no one would miss me and my shit.”
“Do not say that!” She squeezes my face. “Don’t you dare say that ever again! Felix would miss you. Mimi. Your brother.”
“That’s not true, and you know it.” She leans forward, pressing her lips to mine, then pulls back to look me in the eyes. “I would miss you.”
“Because I’m in love with you,” she whispers and kisses me again.
“I’ve never been scared of you, Sergei. What I feared was that you might come after me and end up dead. I’m so sorry for hurting you, baby.”
“So . . . you’re coming back? With me?”
“If you have nothing against that plan, yes.”
“Will you shut up already?” I snap. “She may change her mind and run away if you keep babbling on about how deranged I am.”
“What did I tell you? You will stop saying stuff like that. Okay?” She leans in and kisses me. “There’s nothing wrong with you, baby.” I squeeze her to me and bury my nose in her hair again, and for the first time in years, I feel like I might be okay.
